Hu Zhenguo looked at Zhao Zhenghui's dispirited appearance but felt no sympathy in his heart.
He knew that this game had just begun and that Zhao Zhenghui's fall was merely the prologue.
Next, the power structure of Provincial City would undergo a significant reshuffling, and he, himself, must stand firm in this storm.
"Secretary Zhao, please." Hu Zhenguo spoke indifferently, his tone carrying an authority that brooked no refusal.
Zhao Zhenghui took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and followed the staff of the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission away from the scene.
His silhouette looked particularly desolate, as if he had aged ten years in a moment.
Hu Zhenguo stood still, watching him leave, a complex expression flashing across his eyes.
He knew that the storm was far from over and that he too would play a vital role in this tempest.
